Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 446

The house instantly split into two camps.

Effie leaned in and whispered to Lyman, “Whew, the pressure’s on.”

A sly grin tugged at Lyman’s lips. “Ignore them. Let’s just focus on our game.”

“Right.”

Healy chimed in, “No secret plotting, you two. All of us Etheridges play fair and square—honest to the core.”

Fowler nodded. “That’s right.”

Normally, you’d never see them so united, but today, they stood together like a true team.

Effie sat across from Lyman, feeling the tension for the first time. Chess had always been easygoing with her grandfather—more about learning than winning, with him gently guiding her moves.

But playing against Lyman was a whole different story. The stakes felt real. It was as if they were waging a silent battle—she, the indomitable commander, and Lyman, her equally formidable rival.

They traded moves back and forth, neither side gaining the upper hand. As the match dragged on, every play grew more cautious, every decision more deliberate. One wrong move could mean defeat.

The spectators hardly dared to breathe. It felt less like watching a board game and more like witnessing two generals commanding armies on the battlefield—so intense it sent shivers through the onlookers.

“Check,” Effie declared.

Lyman’s brow furrowed. In his rush, he’d made a mistake.

“Wait, hold on—”

Effie quickly put a hand over his, stopping him from taking back his move. “No take-backs, Lyman. You lost.”

Lyman gave a sheepish laugh, barely believing he’d actually lost a game.

Seeing Lyman’s defeat, Healy and Fowler stared in disbelief.

Seeing he was outnumbered, Friedman made a quick escape.

Even after some of the others drifted off, Effie and Lyman kept at it, both intent on the game. And just as Effie had predicted, the wins went back and forth—neither of them dominating every match.

But in the end, the outcome hardly mattered to anyone else.

“Grandpa’s asleep,” Effie whispered, nodding to Bancroft, who was dozing in his chair.

Lyman glanced over at Bancroft, mischief sparkling in his eyes. He called out, “Grandpa!”

Bancroft jolted awake, blinking blearily. “What? Is it morning already?”

Effie and Lyman burst out laughing. “Grandpa, why don’t you go to bed? You look ready to drop.”

Bancroft insisted, “Nonsense, I’m wide awake. Keep playing.”